“Are you ready to come all over my cock again?” he asked, his breath coming fast and hard.
I didn’t answer because I wasn’t exactly coherent.
“Baby,” he growled, “Answer me.”
I shifted my hips against him wantonly, taking him hard and deep as he stared into my eyes.
“Fuck… me…” I gasped. “I’m so close!”
“Yeah?”
“Yes. God, yes!”
“You want to come?”
“I do,” I answered, “I do, I do, fuck, please. Jake. So good.”
He altered the position so that he was rubbing against my clit with every forward stroke. “Come all over my dick,” he growled.
“Jake!” I screamed as my body began shaking.
My pussy clenched hard as my orgasm arrived; my body lighting up as every amazing sensation made it feel even better. Through it all he kept that perfect pace, our covered bodies slamming together with a shared need for more.
I screamed again when he bellowed my name and began furiously thrusting into me like he wouldn’t ever stop. Feeling the heat of his release inside of me was so good I felt my eyes roll to the back of my head as I gasped and tried to remember to breathe.
“Jake,” I whimpered as blast after blast of his heat flooded my tight channel. “It feels so good inside.”
The heat of his breath against my ear gave me goosebumps. “I love you,” he gasped, “I fucking love you.”
My core clenched again, my body desperate to milk him of every perfect drop.
“I love you too,” I moaned. “So much.”
We stayed like that for countless minutes, my arms and legs wrapped around him, holding him deep inside as we whispered words of love. Some time later he slid out of me and rolled onto his back before wrapping his arm around my shoulders and pulling me in close at his side.
“We haven’t discussed birth control and I hope you’re not upset that I haven’t used any,” he murmured. “I’ve been hoping you aren’t on anything because I want us to have kids as soon as possible. I’m all in with you, Amber. This is forever. If you’re not ready, tell me now and we can get the morning after pill…”
I shook my head emphatically. “I’m all in with you, too. Nothing would make me happier than if I were pregnant right this very moment. I love you and I want to have your babies.”
“So many babies,” he rasped. “As many as you want. If you decide three or four isn’t enough, we’ll just keep making more.”
* * *
That Sunday, Caroline and Macon joined Jake and me along with his entire family (with the exception of his parents who were still on one of their ‘honeymoons’) for a backyard barbeque. I found out that I loved Jake’s family almost as much as I loved him and seeing the way he was with his nieces, nephews and little Macon made me want babies of our own even more than I already did.
The man was everything I could ever have wanted, and then some. For the following six weeks he slept with me at my house Sunday through Thursday nights. Every morning before work he’d make me and Macon breakfast before he’d leave me for the day with a tender kiss. Each weekend we’d retreat to his house and lose ourselves in each other until Sunday afternoon when we’d meet up with his family for dinner. They adored Caroline and Macon, which meant they included them in everything, which made me love them even more.
At the beginning of the seventh week Caroline’s prayers were answered when Rob’s deployment came to an end. I was overjoyed to see my bestie reunited with the love of her life, and watching him bond with the son he’d missed so desperately made me cry. Partially this was because I was happy—but I was also super emotional because I’d just found out that Jake and I were expecting our first baby.
With Rob home I officially moved in with Jake full time and we got married three weeks later in a small ceremony in the chapel of his family church. Every morning I woke up wrapped in the arms of the man who made dreams I’d never even known I had come true.
Epilogue
Six years later
Thirty minutes in the car with my husband’s hand up my dress and his fingers in my panties had me all lit up inside.
“What do you think, Mrs. Channing?”
I made a happy sound as I took in the hundreds-of-pink-rose-petals path that was scattered through our lavish hotel suite.
“I love it, Mr. Channing.”
Jake chuckled as he walked to me before wrapping his arms around me and pulled me as close to him as he could.
“Happy honeymoon anniversary, beautiful.”
I threw back my head and laughed as he hoisted me up in his arms like I weighed nothing. That wasn’t the case at all seeing as how I was six and a half months into my third pregnancy. Carly and Ben were staying with Jake’s parents for the week while we enjoyed our fourth honeymoon since we’d gotten married. In this case, it was a babymoon. Not wanting to be too far from the kids, we were staying at a luxury hotel in the city.